I used to post a bit in the True Stories forum and I'm hoping some readers will remember my stories, or at least the people in them, even though I took them down a while back. Regardless, I think it's best to get a thorough introduction out of the way.
I’m a 37 year old male from New York. I spent the “romantic” and intimate portions of my late teens/very early twenties trying to navigate my interest in female feet and tickling and integrate them into my dating life.
Back then I found that a lot of girls didn’t mind a little foot play, and a lot of times that would lead to them revealing their ticklishness. It seemed with many girls I dated, that if I just let things happen naturally and not try to force the kinks on them, they’d happily engage. A few of them even really liked their feet played with or tickled and I’d say most loved getting foot massages. I will share stories from back then from time to time on here, but my main focus is probably going to be on my wife Keri.
Keri and I have been together seriously for about 14 years, married for 6 of them. We dated on and off for a couple of years before getting serious with each other.
Keri is a 35 year old medical professional with an over-achieving, highly dedicated personality. She's always "put together" and poised (unless she's being tickled...), and is beautiful with thick honey blonde hair, ambery brown eyes, faint freckles and a perfect smile. She was a gymnast in high school and undergrad (perhaps more on that later...) and has kept herself in amazing shape with a lot of Pilates and yoga.
It's been pointed out to me once or twice that it seems like I'm bragging when I describe my wife... Well, I am, I suppose. Because I'm very lucky. She's gorgeous from head to toe—literally. Her feet are size 7.5 with high arches and soft wrinkly soles. She gets a pedicure every two weeks (often a very ticklish experience) and best of all she loves to be barefoot.
Now, Im not talking about in the hippy chick that walks around outside barefoot way. But if she’s indoors or in a car, her shoes (often flip flops) are coming off. It’s fantastic.
Even more fantastic is that she’ll sit with her soles exposed all the time. Even in a room full of people. And even if those people have been known to tickle her. I have always found it so incredibly sexy. Because she truly doesn’t do it on purpose. She is just a natural foot-tease. She’ll even wiggle her toes very subtly most of the time while she relaxes. Just enough to catch your eye.
She was always that way. I can still remember the first time we hung out at a friends house party. Seeing her slip her Vans canvas sneakers off, prop her bare feet up on the couch and flexing her black polished toes while she chatted and laughed. I may have fell in love with her right there.
It’s my theory that of course anyone with a foot fetish would notice her like that, but that vanillas do to and that some people, for whatever reason, just decide to reach out and tickle those pretty feet. I’ve seen it happen so many times. Sometimes it’s a single swipe, sometimes the tickler will go all out and tickle her into a fit. A couple of these ticklers would never forget it either. Her best friend Gianna is by far Keri’s “tickle arch enemy”, and her more recent “work bestie” Jenn has discovered that she can get the better of Keri by exploiting her ticklishness.
But before Jenn and Gianna, there was Keri’s older half-sister Laura. Laura is quite a bit older than Keri, but the two of them are very close. I can’t really speak to anything that happened before I was around, but most of Keri being tickled as an adult is owed to Laura in some way. She was the one who not only revealed Keri’s ticklishness to me and others, but she reveled in it being a fun way to tease and “torment” her, and encouraged it in certain situations.
When Keri and I were first dating, we were sitting on the couch while she studied. With her being barefoot so often, it didn’t take long for me to start using any opportunity I could to rub her feet. And so, study time was usually a perfect time for a foot massage.
She’d noticed early on that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her feet. She loved—and still does—getting her feet rubbed, but I think it gave my fetish away before I ever tried to incorporate her feet into our sex life.
During these foot massages I could tell her feet were sensitive to lighter touches. I’d seen her toes scrunch up when I touched them too lightly, or felt her foot wiggle if I accidentally grazed her arch. But I hadn’t, at this point, outright tickled her feet. My approach with my kinks was always to take it slow and be patient. I never wanted to weird anyone out. But I could tell way back then that if Keri was letting my touch and rub her feet every time we hung out, she’d probably be ok with at least some aspect of my kink.
So back to the quick story: we were sitting on the couch with her feet in my lap and her laptop on hers. Laura came downstairs and saw her feet resting in my lap. I’d stopped touching them when I heard the upstairs door open, again not wanting to seem like I was too into her feet, but they were still on my lap.
I watched Laura look at Keri studying and then saw the look in her eye change. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen “the look”, but it was the first time I’d seen in on Laura’s face. It was a look that showed her intention like a poker player giving away her hand. Her gaze shifted down to my lap where Keri’s bare feet sat too comfortably. A smirk crept across her lips.
“Rob… have you discovered how ticklish Keri is yet?” Laura asked whimsically.
I gulped and felt my face flush. “Oh my god” I thought, “Did she just really say that? Echoed in my head.
Before I could respond, I watched Laura’s hands reach down and heard Keri say “Laura… don’t…” looking up at her as her eyes grew wide.
As Laura’s fingernails skittered across Keri’s soles, I watched her put on foot on top of the other one as if one bare foot could protect the other. She squeaked and then giggled as she protested “ssstoooopp!” as her laptop slid off her lap and onto the floor. Laura used one hand to hold Keri’s ankle down. I felt the pressure on my lap and realized that Laura’s tickling hands were dangerously close to m erection. I panicked. My face must’ve been beet red.
Keri tried to pull her legs up toward her upper body. But Laura’s dancing fingers followed her feet and scampered across them. I moved away from them, shifting to the other side of the sofa fearing that Laura would see how turned on I was. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene.
Keri giggled and protested. She put both feet flat on the couch cushion and Laura kneeled between me and Keri with one bent leg. She darted her hands toward Keri’s midsection, poking her ribs which made Keri squeak and laugh and when Keri lifted her knees to try to protect her ribs, Laura grabbed one of her ankles swiftly. She raised her foot up in the air and tickled Keri’s exposed soft sole, which seemed to yank laughter out of Keri with a shriek.
Keri reached forward and pried Laura’s hands off of her ticklish foot and balled herself up in the corner of the couch. Once Keri’s feet were out of her reach, Laura turned and made a comment about Keri's feet being super ticklish, looking me right in the eye.
It lasted like two minutes, but it's stayed with me vividly for so many years.
I'd seen Laura tickle Keri many times after that first one. But as this origin story goes, it’s the time I saw her tickle Keri into a fit of laughter in front of Gianna that needs mentioning.
Keri and I were outside on the back patio. I sat in a chair but Keri was laying on a lounge chair in a bikini catching a tan. Keri wears a lot of things well, but a bikini is one of her best looks. She laid there with her legs outstretched, perfect feet crossed at the ankles.
I was probably just staring at her longingly when Gianna and Laura came into the yard. Gianna sat down on the lounge chair next to Keri’s while they greeted each other and began chatting. Laura wanted Keri to do something, though I can’t remember what it was.
What’s important is that instead of helping Laura out, Keri turned over and began sunning her back.
Laura said “I’ll give you one more chance.”
Keri said “I’ll do it later…”
And before she could finish, Laura plopped her butt down across Keri’s calves. She wasn’t straddling them, she was just sitting on them, facing Gianna.
Keri grunted and whined “get off me Laura..”
I watched Laura smirk and lift her hand up in the air gesturing to Gianna by wiggling her fingers in the universal sign language for tickle.
My heart raced. I looked at Gianna who had a curious grin on her face. Laura’s hand drifted down softly until the nails of her wiggling fingers reached Keri’s upturned soles.
Keri’s reaction was immediate “No! Laura Dont!” Was all she could get out before the laughter.
Laura’s long manicured fingernails danced across the arches of both of Keri’s feet, from
One to the other. She could have turned and used both hands, but instead she just kept looking at Gianna and let her one hand do the work. It was as if she was saying “look what I can do with such little effort.”
Keri turned her upper body as much as she could and swatted at Laura before she finally said “ok fine!! Just get off of me!”
Gianna chuckled as Laura stood up and said “see how easy that was?”
Gianna “wow Keri… you are seriously ticklish!”
Laura looked so pleased with herself. She seemingly enjoyed not only tickling Keri but showing Gianna that Keri is was ticklish. She even said something to Gianna along the lines of “so now whenever she’s being a brat, just tickle her!”
It was these experiences early in on in my relationship with Keri that really set the precedent for her ticklishness being somewhat of a trope or inside joke between the people close to us. It’s always stuck with me that Laura wanted to make sure that Keri’s ticklishness wasn’t a secret.
I’m not planning on doing anything in any kind of order, but I do think that it’s only fitting for the first post to detail what I think of as the beginning. They were both very quick, as most real life tickling usually is, but they really made such an impact on me.
I’m a 37 year old male from New York. I spent the “romantic” and intimate portions of my late teens/very early twenties trying to navigate my interest in female feet and tickling and integrate them into my dating life.
Back then I found that a lot of girls didn’t mind a little foot play, and a lot of times that would lead to them revealing their ticklishness. It seemed with many girls I dated, that if I just let things happen naturally and not try to force the kinks on them, they’d happily engage. A few of them even really liked their feet played with or tickled and I’d say most loved getting foot massages. I will share stories from back then from time to time on here, but my main focus is probably going to be on my wife Keri.
Keri and I have been together seriously for about 14 years, married for 6 of them. We dated on and off for a couple of years before getting serious with each other.
Keri is a 35 year old medical professional with an over-achieving, highly dedicated personality. She's always "put together" and poised (unless she's being tickled...), and is beautiful with thick honey blonde hair, ambery brown eyes, faint freckles and a perfect smile. She was a gymnast in high school and undergrad (perhaps more on that later...) and has kept herself in amazing shape with a lot of Pilates and yoga.
It's been pointed out to me once or twice that it seems like I'm bragging when I describe my wife... Well, I am, I suppose. Because I'm very lucky. She's gorgeous from head to toe—literally. Her feet are size 7.5 with high arches and soft wrinkly soles. She gets a pedicure every two weeks (often a very ticklish experience) and best of all she loves to be barefoot.
Now, Im not talking about in the hippy chick that walks around outside barefoot way. But if she’s indoors or in a car, her shoes (often flip flops) are coming off. It’s fantastic.
Even more fantastic is that she’ll sit with her soles exposed all the time. Even in a room full of people. And even if those people have been known to tickle her. I have always found it so incredibly sexy. Because she truly doesn’t do it on purpose. She is just a natural foot-tease. She’ll even wiggle her toes very subtly most of the time while she relaxes. Just enough to catch your eye.
She was always that way. I can still remember the first time we hung out at a friends house party. Seeing her slip her Vans canvas sneakers off, prop her bare feet up on the couch and flexing her black polished toes while she chatted and laughed. I may have fell in love with her right there.
It’s my theory that of course anyone with a foot fetish would notice her like that, but that vanillas do to and that some people, for whatever reason, just decide to reach out and tickle those pretty feet. I’ve seen it happen so many times. Sometimes it’s a single swipe, sometimes the tickler will go all out and tickle her into a fit. A couple of these ticklers would never forget it either. Her best friend Gianna is by far Keri’s “tickle arch enemy”, and her more recent “work bestie” Jenn has discovered that she can get the better of Keri by exploiting her ticklishness.
But before Jenn and Gianna, there was Keri’s older half-sister Laura. Laura is quite a bit older than Keri, but the two of them are very close. I can’t really speak to anything that happened before I was around, but most of Keri being tickled as an adult is owed to Laura in some way. She was the one who not only revealed Keri’s ticklishness to me and others, but she reveled in it being a fun way to tease and “torment” her, and encouraged it in certain situations.
When Keri and I were first dating, we were sitting on the couch while she studied. With her being barefoot so often, it didn’t take long for me to start using any opportunity I could to rub her feet. And so, study time was usually a perfect time for a foot massage.
She’d noticed early on that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her feet. She loved—and still does—getting her feet rubbed, but I think it gave my fetish away before I ever tried to incorporate her feet into our sex life.
During these foot massages I could tell her feet were sensitive to lighter touches. I’d seen her toes scrunch up when I touched them too lightly, or felt her foot wiggle if I accidentally grazed her arch. But I hadn’t, at this point, outright tickled her feet. My approach with my kinks was always to take it slow and be patient. I never wanted to weird anyone out. But I could tell way back then that if Keri was letting my touch and rub her feet every time we hung out, she’d probably be ok with at least some aspect of my kink.
So back to the quick story: we were sitting on the couch with her feet in my lap and her laptop on hers. Laura came downstairs and saw her feet resting in my lap. I’d stopped touching them when I heard the upstairs door open, again not wanting to seem like I was too into her feet, but they were still on my lap.
I watched Laura look at Keri studying and then saw the look in her eye change. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen “the look”, but it was the first time I’d seen in on Laura’s face. It was a look that showed her intention like a poker player giving away her hand. Her gaze shifted down to my lap where Keri’s bare feet sat too comfortably. A smirk crept across her lips.
“Rob… have you discovered how ticklish Keri is yet?” Laura asked whimsically.
I gulped and felt my face flush. “Oh my god” I thought, “Did she just really say that? Echoed in my head.
Before I could respond, I watched Laura’s hands reach down and heard Keri say “Laura… don’t…” looking up at her as her eyes grew wide.
As Laura’s fingernails skittered across Keri’s soles, I watched her put on foot on top of the other one as if one bare foot could protect the other. She squeaked and then giggled as she protested “ssstoooopp!” as her laptop slid off her lap and onto the floor. Laura used one hand to hold Keri’s ankle down. I felt the pressure on my lap and realized that Laura’s tickling hands were dangerously close to m erection. I panicked. My face must’ve been beet red.
Keri tried to pull her legs up toward her upper body. But Laura’s dancing fingers followed her feet and scampered across them. I moved away from them, shifting to the other side of the sofa fearing that Laura would see how turned on I was. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene.
Keri giggled and protested. She put both feet flat on the couch cushion and Laura kneeled between me and Keri with one bent leg. She darted her hands toward Keri’s midsection, poking her ribs which made Keri squeak and laugh and when Keri lifted her knees to try to protect her ribs, Laura grabbed one of her ankles swiftly. She raised her foot up in the air and tickled Keri’s exposed soft sole, which seemed to yank laughter out of Keri with a shriek.
Keri reached forward and pried Laura’s hands off of her ticklish foot and balled herself up in the corner of the couch. Once Keri’s feet were out of her reach, Laura turned and made a comment about Keri's feet being super ticklish, looking me right in the eye.
It lasted like two minutes, but it's stayed with me vividly for so many years.
I'd seen Laura tickle Keri many times after that first one. But as this origin story goes, it’s the time I saw her tickle Keri into a fit of laughter in front of Gianna that needs mentioning.
Keri and I were outside on the back patio. I sat in a chair but Keri was laying on a lounge chair in a bikini catching a tan. Keri wears a lot of things well, but a bikini is one of her best looks. She laid there with her legs outstretched, perfect feet crossed at the ankles.
I was probably just staring at her longingly when Gianna and Laura came into the yard. Gianna sat down on the lounge chair next to Keri’s while they greeted each other and began chatting. Laura wanted Keri to do something, though I can’t remember what it was.
What’s important is that instead of helping Laura out, Keri turned over and began sunning her back.
Laura said “I’ll give you one more chance.”
Keri said “I’ll do it later…”
And before she could finish, Laura plopped her butt down across Keri’s calves. She wasn’t straddling them, she was just sitting on them, facing Gianna.
Keri grunted and whined “get off me Laura..”
I watched Laura smirk and lift her hand up in the air gesturing to Gianna by wiggling her fingers in the universal sign language for tickle.
My heart raced. I looked at Gianna who had a curious grin on her face. Laura’s hand drifted down softly until the nails of her wiggling fingers reached Keri’s upturned soles.
Keri’s reaction was immediate “No! Laura Dont!” Was all she could get out before the laughter.
Laura’s long manicured fingernails danced across the arches of both of Keri’s feet, from
One to the other. She could have turned and used both hands, but instead she just kept looking at Gianna and let her one hand do the work. It was as if she was saying “look what I can do with such little effort.”
Keri turned her upper body as much as she could and swatted at Laura before she finally said “ok fine!! Just get off of me!”
Gianna chuckled as Laura stood up and said “see how easy that was?”
Gianna “wow Keri… you are seriously ticklish!”
Laura looked so pleased with herself. She seemingly enjoyed not only tickling Keri but showing Gianna that Keri is was ticklish. She even said something to Gianna along the lines of “so now whenever she’s being a brat, just tickle her!”
It was these experiences early in on in my relationship with Keri that really set the precedent for her ticklishness being somewhat of a trope or inside joke between the people close to us. It’s always stuck with me that Laura wanted to make sure that Keri’s ticklishness wasn’t a secret.
I’m not planning on doing anything in any kind of order, but I do think that it’s only fitting for the first post to detail what I think of as the beginning. They were both very quick, as most real life tickling usually is, but they really made such an impact on me.
